You asked me to tell you why.
Why I think you are beautiful.
But I can’t tell you why.
Because I’m not sure.
…maybe it’s because I can see
clear summer days in your eyes
(running in the sunshine,
the wind playing with our hair)
…perhaps it’s because I can see
constellations in your freckles
(reflecting the sky
during long nights spent talking)
…it might be the way your cheek
fits into my hand
(and so I know that kissing you
is going to be mind-blowing)
…possibly its your soft playable hair
(and I can see myself
playing with it as we share
our favorite movies)
…it could be your smile
(and the way it makes me
forgettobreathe)
But really?
I just think it’s because
You
are
you.
